Is there a more depressing job than the furniture salesman at a local
couch place? The guy is always wearing a cheap suit and looks like
his wife, kids and dog have all left him and now he's hawking cheap
couches for 10% commission.
I've had the (dis)pleasure of having been in about ten of these places
over the last few days and it's always the same some guy from Bob's or
Raymour and Flanigan or Ethan Allen or the modern leather place walks
up to you and he looks like he's three drinks in, or should be. I
won't disparage anybody's job but there really is nothing redeeming
about that gig, people come in with their noses stuck way up in the
air and there you are standing and trying to give a sh!t about their
living room decor at 9pm on a Monday night knowing full well that the
couple will probably walk out and order it online
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I furniture shop at Ethan Allen, too.
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